Lusted lovers grope busted
hearts and stroke the smooth-skin
vanity of laugh-me-up
pin-up models gyrating in
seas of vocal hard candy and
ribboned chocolate.
The benches are pressed
for breath, and hair-sprayed
creations are trussed
into nests of fuck-me curls.
'Oh baby, oh baby,' 'love is
in the air,' 'be mine' on
paper and lips, and one
has to wonder if it means
anything.

14 Feb. 07

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